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Comparisons are inappropriate. Is a unique feeling when you're at sea and from the Balkan Peninsula.
I have was just introduced to this poet yesterday. He is no doubt on par with Eliot, Pound, Stevens, and Hart Crane.
How can you gather together the thousand fragments of each person? What's wrong with the rudder? The boat inscribes circles and there's not a single gull. The world sinks: hang on, it'll leave you alone in the sun.